#the bennets are the trevelyans

[xxxlovedandlostxxx]

[mementovivimus]

About/ Verses

Lucan Paulo

Modern Verse-

Height 6’2 Age- 38- 45 (verse dependent) Sign: Leo Build- muscular role - Top- dom Sexuality - Bisexual (heavily male leaning) Job title- P.R. Manager - (later, movie producer) Lucan has been independent and image conscious all his life, but that increased ten-fold when his parents split and his mother sent him to school in the States.. In short, presenting a polished appearance gives him a sense of control. He takes after his outgoing, flashy, regal, mother- her focus on looks and luxury. He also has her hidden sense of kindness, and a moral compass that is a little beaten and bent, but functional despite some creative interpretation. He has a tense relationship with his father, and often travels to Spain to visit- if only to help manage the wineyard/winery and ranch of his family's estate. While in college, he met one of the great loves of his life, Druscilla Trevelyan (dru bennet depending on verse), which whom he had a son, that he is now largely estranged from. However, he maintains a lifelong friendship with Dru to this day, despite his son's disapproval. Hobbies - Working out, reading. Horseback riding. His family has bred Iberian horses, which has linked their family with Spanish royalty, the Royal Spanish stud, and diplomacy for generations and thus has an extensive knowledge of breeding and genealogy as well. Lucan is a cat person, owning a serval hybrid (savannah cat) named Monkey.

Verses- to be exapanded later

Dragon Age AU, potterverse AU (fuck jkr), LOTR AU, DC/Marvel AU as follows:Dragon age AU-Lucanus Paulo Age, born in the year (unknown) Astrological sign - Unknown Mortalitasi (Death Mage) of Nevarra. Advisor to King Markus, a man of advanced years and ailing mental faculties. He met a noblewoman of Ostwick from the Trevelyan family and fathered a son they named Antoniz (Anthony in Ostwick). He made a somewhat earnest attempt to help rear the child, and he spent time between the Free Marches and Nevarra in his youth, but Lucanus largely kept the boy at arm's length emotionally. It was a horrible strike of luck that the boy was revealed to be a mage once in Ostwick and sent to the Circle to live under Chantry rule. Were his magical talent to be discovered in Nevarra, he would have lived freely and Lucanus would (eventually) taken him under his wing, tutored him and perhaps even induct him into the Mortalitasi Order. Alas, it was not the case, and Lucanus grew to take an interest in his son at last, if from afar, and mainly the accounts his spies relayed to him about the boy's progress. Meanwhile Lucanus continues to advise the king for as long as his reign lasts. Having no successors, the future of Nevarra remains uncertain. To say that the transition of power will be bloody is a vast understatement, and Lucanus has many contingencies planned to ensure the Nevarra remains strong, is not re-subsumed into Tevinter or the Marches, and that mages remain free at least in this small pocket of the world not controlled by Tevinter. Lucanus takes an especially keen pride in Nevarra's necropolis, finding comfort in the grand city of the dead, its macabre moaning gardens and ornate streets. Spirits have often whispered that Lucanus is destined for a premature death, which hampers his investment in his own life even as he works towards posterity and his country's future.

Hogwarts AU (to be expanded later) Lucan (Lucanus) Paulo was named so when his parents partook in the time-honored, yet somewhat infamous practice of taking their child to a Name Seer who read the baby's future, and likened his fate to that of Marcus Annaeus Lucanus , a friend of Nero who was killed for criticizing his dictatorship. It just so happens that early death seems to strike many males in the Paulo family line, (and perhaps that is why Lucan is often distant with his son, no matter the world or timeline). LOTR AU “Kings built tombs more splendid than the houses of the living and counted the names of their descent dearer than the names of their sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry or in high cold towers asking questions of the stars. And so the kingdom of Gondor sank into ruin, the line of kings failed, the white tree withered and the rule of Gondor was given over to lesser men. ” Lucanus's family is of Gondor, and has been long tasked with the overseeing of the tombs of the great city. Lucan's line extends to the founding of Arnor, and yet is somewhat sullied and infamous for several of his line abandoning the city in favor of becoming 'Black Numenoreans' and practicing black magic. Despite the passing of an age, the whispers follow Lucanus to this day to the point that Lucanus has sent his wife and son away.

DC, Marvel AU Dc- Lucan is largely similar to his "modern verse" but he is a pure or almost pure homo-magi who specializes in a blend of urban and death magic, which he has passed onto his son.

[shannaraisles]

Fire & Fidelity - Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged that no fandom can ever have too many Pride and Prejudice AUs. A straight retelling of Jane Austen’s P&P, based on the 1995 BBC miniseries adaptation, with a few tweaks here and there along the way.

Note - I have lifted characters and story elements from Dragon Age and placed them in Regency England purely in order to use the locations in P&P rather than confuse myself with making the geography of Thedas work for this story.

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Chapter One

Winter sunshine shone down on the breezy town of Meryton, illuminating the bustle of ladies and gentlemen as they went about their daily business.

It shone down particularly warm on one matronly figure as she rushed from the doorway of one of the more finely appointed houses, her turban mildly askew and reticule flailing wildly from her wrist. Excitement poured from her as her hurried footsteps took her down the main street and onto the lane that lead from the town itself, away from the bustle toward a lone house on a modest estate not more than fifteen minutes' walk away. All a-flutter, she rushed through the gate, raising her shrill voice the moment she reached the wide front door of the place she called home - Longbourn House.

"Hill! Hill! Oh, where can they be? Hill!"

A portly servant of similar age came into view, wiping her hands on her apron. Before she could open her mouth, the lady of the house had grasped her hands tightly, beaming as though the whole world was bowing down before her.

"Where's Mr. Trevelyan?" she demanded, shaking Hill's hands yet not giving the woman a chance to answer. "Oh, I have such wonderful news, you would not believe it if I told you here and now. I must tell the girls - where are they? Where is Mr. Trevelyan?"

Given opportunity to speak, Hill - who was very used to her older mistress' flights of fancy and excess - bobbed a curtsy as she answered.

"In the training yard, ma'am."

"Oh, yes, of course," Mrs. Trevelyan declared, as though she had known it all along. She pushed her reticule into the servant's hands, patting her madly before turning away. "Mr. Trevelyan! Girls! Such news!"

Longbourn had been built generations before by the Trevelyan family, adapted over the years to suit the changing times. The current Mr. Trevelyan, in particular, had added his own touches, including carving out a sizeable portion of the lawn and creating a weapons training yard upon which he had intended to teach his sons to bear arms. Unfortunately for his ambitions, he and his somewhat ridiculous wife had produced only daughters, yet that had not changed his plans. Where he had hoped to train sons, he now trained daughters daily - five vibrant young women who were only too pleased, for the most part, to please their father in embracing the means to defend themselves and those they loved. While it may not have been the fashion for young ladies to be skilled in the use of weapons, it was a useful skill to have, especially with the threat of another Blight always on the horizon.

Jane was the eldest, the beauty of their little group, golden-haired and gentle-tempered, the one on whom all their mother's ambitions for a good marriage rested with unrelenting weight. Elizabeth - Lizzie - came next, fiery and passionate, as lovely as her sister but overlooked more often for her darker coloring and forthright manners; their father's favorite, and the closest confidante for the sisters on either side of her. Then came Mary, quiet and studious, the one mage in their midst, who preferred the quiet and calm of music practice and knew herself to be plain and unlikely to marry at all. Catherine, too - Kitty to her family and friends - a prettier version of Mary yet not so lovely as her eldest sisters, inclined to follow rather than lead, her head full of unattainable romance. Lastly, there was Lydia, the wild child of their group; golden and vivacious, more interested in heroes and stories than she was in the realities of life and love, she was their mother's pride and joy, more alike the woman who had borne them than her sisters in every way. The Miss Trevelyans were the pride of Meryton, and though he rarely showed it, their father was proud of them all. He only wished he could give them more than the opportunity to marry well enough that the circumstances of his will would not hurt them too badly when he was no longer with them.

In the privacy of Longbourn's training yard, skirts looped up and tucked out of their way, the Trevelyan girls went through the motions with their father. Most of his attention was given to the younger three, to their posture and form, for they were still learning in a way that their elder siblings were not. Jane and Lizzie were allowed this time to spar, to test one another, to enjoy the exercise of clashing metal and bodies in motion, well-matched when it came to such pursuits.

And into this warm industry came bustling the over-excited Mrs. Trevelyan, waving her hands frantically to get everyone's attention.

"Girls! My dear! Oh!"

She stood watching them for a moment, and finally raised her voice into an even more strident declaration.

"Mr. Trevelyan, such news I have! Netherfield Park is let at last!"

Mr. Trevelyan straightened, raising his sword to signal that the girls should pause in their training, turning his cool eyes onto his wife.

"Is it, indeed?"

"Yes!" Mrs. Trevelyan beamed as all eyes turned to her, deeply pleased with the sight of her five daughters moving closer to hear what she had to say. "For I have just heard it from Lady Hawke."

Taking a cloth from her pocket, Lizzie handed it to Jane, exchanging a quietly amused smile with her elder sister as Jane gently dabbed the sweat from her brow. Lady Hawke was almost as much a gossip as their mother and Aunt DeLauncet, but her penchant for gossip could be excused due to her husband's close friendship with their father, and her childrens' friendship with them. Marian, in particular, was always a welcome sight at Longbourn.

"And do you not want to know who has taken it?" Mrs. Trevelyan was demanding of her husband, who had yet to show more interest than a slight raising of his brow.

"My dear, you want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it," was Mr. Trevelyan's response, offered to the tune of Kitty and Lydia's giggles.

"Why then, it is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England," Mrs. Trevelyan informed him, ignoring the amusement on her daughter's faces in favor of sharing the juicy news she had received from her friend. "A single man of large fortune, my dear! He came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place. His name is Theirin, and he will be in possession by Wintersend, and he has five thousand a year! What a fine thing for our girls!"

And there it was. Lizzie caught Jane's eye, both elder sisters quickly looking away from one another before their dismayed smiles could catch their mother's attention. Yet again, Mrs. Trevelyan had already convinced herself that her daughters were the only women in the entire countryside who would possibly catch the eye of the rich, eligible bachelor about to enter their midst. They knew what was coming next. Jane would be dressed up and pushed front and center, where she disliked to be, and Lizzie would be constantly at her shoulder, dominating the conversation where necessary to keep unworthy suitors from even considering asking for her sister's hand. Their father seemed to have come to the same conclusion.

"How so?" he asked his excitable wife, glancing over their daughters, two of which were trying not to laugh in dismay, two of which were giggling like the silly little girls they were, and the last of whom was trying desperately not to get too involved in the conversation because it was never meant for her. "How can it affect them?"

Mrs. Trevelyan stared at him for a moment before exploding in disbelief.

"Oh, Mr. Trevelyan!" She batted at his arm. "How can you be so tiresome? You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them!"

Mr. Trevelyan sighed, waving his hand to end the training session. The girls moved to unloop their skirts and resume their more modest appearance, sheathing weapons as their mother ushered them toward the house.

"For a single man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife," Lizzie muttered to Jane, but apparently not quietly enough.

Her mother glanced back at her with an attempt at wide, innocent eyes.

"Yes, he must indeed!" she agreed, tucking her hand into her husband's elbow to draw him into the house with her. "And who better than one of our five girls?"

Lydia snorted with laughter, rolling her eyes at the fond disapproval of the unladylike noise that emanated from her elder sisters. Kitty, on the other hand, was smiling brightly, excitement not unlike their mother's shining in her eyes.

"What a fine joke if he were to choose me!" she declared cheerfully, skipping ahead with Lydia into the house, leaving the elder three to follow.

Only Lizzie heard Mary's soft addition to that comment, buried as it was in the sound of feet on gravel and laughter ahead of them.

"Or me," the plainest of the Trevelyan sisters said quietly, hugging her bow to herself for a moment before handing it to the old poacher who was training her with it.

Lizzie paused, letting Jane move on ahead of them to fall back and wrap her arm through Mary's, nudging her sister's shoulder with her own.

"If he were to choose you, Mary, I would have a finer opinion of him than if he were to choose Kitty," she murmured reassuringly. "A man who chose to know you would be worth his weight in gold, I am certain of it."

"I will never meet him, Lizzie," Mary said, her expression resigned.

Lizzie shook her head with a smile. "Stranger things have happened, dearest," she reminded her sister. "Father married Mother, did he not?"

Despite herself, Mary giggled, squeezing her sister's arm with fond gratitude. She knew she was the odd one out in their family unit, but the constant affection from Jane, and from Lizzie, made certain she never felt quite as left out as she might otherwise have done. As a mage, she was considered a danger to society, yet her father's standing in the community had allowed for her to be trained at home by a Circle-appointed enchanter. Thus, she was allowed to move within society, and kept herself quietly from the notice of almost everyone, except when it came to music. That was where she truly shone.

Arm in arm, they followed the rest of the family inside, to where Hill was setting out tea in the parlor. Mr. Trevelyan stood in front of the fire, coat tails lifted up by his hips as he warmed his backside without a shred of shame; Kitty and Lydia were already arguing over who got the biggest scone as Jane served the tea for the rest of them.

"So that is his design in settling here?" Mr. Trevelyan was saying as he took his tea cup from his eldest with a fond pat to her hand. His eyes focused on his silly wife once more. "To marry one of our daughters."

"Design?" Mrs. Trevelyan rolled her eyes emphatically, handing off her turban and gloves to Hill. "Oh, how can you talk such nonsense, Mr. Trevelyan? But you know, he may very likely fall in love with one of them; therefore you must visit him directly he comes."

"Visit him? Oh, no, no, I see no occasion for that."

Lizzie caught her father's eye as she moved to take a seat on one of the chaise beside Jane, biting down on a rueful smile at the twinkle she found there. There were few things Mr. Trevelyan enjoyed more than antagonizing his wife - a pastime which, while highly entertaining for him, did not do much to instill his daughters with much faith in finding marriage to their liking.

"Go yourself with the girls," he continued, ignoring his wife's outraged protests. "Or better, send them by themselves.

"By themselves?"

"Aye, for you're as handsome as any of them," Mr. Trevelyan said with deadpan certainty. "Mr. Theirin might like you best of the party."

As Mrs. Trevelyan's mouth fell open, momentarily rendered speechless by her husband's ridiculous comment, Lydia burst out laughing, quieting only when she caught Jane's gently disapproving gaze.

"Oh, but Mr. Trevelyan, how could you - what will we - Oh, Hill!"

Wailing, Mrs. Trevelyan turned to her matronly servant, still waiting patiently to divest her mistress of the pelisse that covered her gown. At the table, Lydia and Kitty looked as horrified as their mother as the implication of their father's refusal sank in. Mary, on the other hand, had already pulled out a book. She, like Jane and Lizzie, was well used to these outbursts and had learned to tune them out a long time ago. Lizzie met Jane's glance with a quiet sigh. Which one of them was going to attempt to placate Mama this time?

"Hill, I am so distressed," the woman was declaring unhappily. "For Mr. Trevelyan says he will not visit Mr. Theirin when he comes!"

"Oh, there, there, ma'am," Hill comforted in her usual noncommittal way, removing the warm brown pelisse with practiced hands. "I daresay it will all be well."

"Mama, can't you reason with him?" Kitty demanded hopefully.

"I don't think it's fair that we're never allowed to meet anyone," Lydia cut in, pouting over her teacup.

"No, no, it will not be well!" Mrs. Trevelyan exclaimed, flouncing into her armchair like a spoiled child. "For he is bent on ruining us all!"

"Mama, I am sure he is teasing you," Jane spoke up, and beside her, Lizzie breathed a soft sigh of relief that it wasn't her turn. "He will call upon Mr. Theirin as surely as he would call upon any new neighbor of ours."

"No, no, Jane, how can you say that?" Mrs. Trevelyan was close to tears, the hysterics that came so easily to her threatening to make themselves known all over again. "You heard him yourself! And you know that your father has a will of iron."

"You are in the right, my dear," her husband agreed, "but I'll tell you what I'll do. I shall write to Mr. Theirin, informing him that I have five daughters, and he's welcome to any of them that he chooses. They're all silly and ignorant like other girls - well, Lizzie has a little more wit than the rest - but then, he may prefer a stupid wife, as others have done before him." He looked significantly at his wife, apparently unaware that he had managed to offend his two youngest almost as much as he had offended her. "There, will that do?"

"No!" The words came out in a rush from beneath scandalized eyes. "No, I beg you would not write at all if you -" Mrs. Trevelyan stopped, narrowing her eyes at her husband's warm grin. "Oh, you take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves."

Chuckling, Mr. Trevelyan shook his head.

"You mistake me, my dear," he assured her. "I have a high respect for your nerves. They've been my old friends these twenty years at least."

At this, even Jane had to look away, unable to keep the smile from her face at the fond teasing in their father's voice. Mrs. Trevelyan, however, did not seem placated.

"You don't know what I suffer," she accused him impatiently.

"Well, I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of five thousand a year come into the neighborhood."

She pouted at him, scowling at his light-hearted nonsense.

"It will be no use if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them," was her protest, but he was ready with a response.

"Depend upon it, my dear, when there are twenty -" He bent to kiss her temple affectionately, patting her hand. "- I'll visit them all."

As the mistress of the house opened her mouth to begin a fresh rant, Mr. Trevelyan took his opportunity to escape, nodding almost happily to himself for setting her off while stepping smartly from the parlor to seek out his study in which to enjoy his tea in relative peace. Deprived of the focus of her ire, Mrs. Trevelyan let out an exasperated, tearful breath, and turned to her eldest daughter.

"There, you see, Jane?" she declared, gesturing in the wake of the departing man of the house. "He will see us all ruined. We shall be cast out to live in the Blighted lands in poverty and despair. Oh, if only we'd been able to have sons!"

Lizzie felt her smile fade as she looked down at her teacup. It was an oft-repeated refrain in the Trevelyan household, and one she felt keenly. Jane was perfection itself, in her opinion, but Lizzie felt sure that she should probably have been a boy. Their father felt the lack of a son deeply; their mother blamed all their misfortunes - of which they had very few, to be fair - on the fact that no boy child had graced their marriage. With the estate entailed away from the female line, this relentless determination to get at least one daughter married off well was more a matter of survival than true desire. Mrs. Trevelyan lived in terror of the day when she might be turned out of her own home simply for being a widow.

Still, this set the tone of the day. It was a day of trips and falls, of dropped treasures and broken tempers, and Mrs. Trevelyan's weeping echoing through the house as she succumbed to her hysterics. Lydia sliced an inch or so from Kitty's long hair with her sword; the crying reduced Mary to a nervous wreck and resulted in her magic lesson with Enchanter De Fer becoming a lesson in dousing fires. Lizzie and Jane were left to mend the breaks and soothe the tempers, something Jane performed with far more ease than Lizzie herself. But at last night fell, and the house calmed as each went to their chambers.

Lizzie sat on the end of Jane's bed, tucking her wrapper close about herself as she watched her elder sister brush out the flowing golden hair she quietly envied. She herself was possessed of thick dark locks that held a curl more readily than most, her complexion a little darker than Jane's fashionable roses and cream. There was no denying that Jane was the beauty of the family, and possessed of a temperament to match her sweet looks, for she was one of the most agreeable people Lizzie felt could ever have walked on this earth. To have so many burdens placed on her delicate shoulders was unfair in the extreme. Yet she bore it silently, with a smile, and Lizzie felt sure her sister would be rewarded for her patient endurance in time.

"If I could love a man who would love me enough to take me for a mere fifty pounds a year," she murmured, watching the brush sweep through shining gold, "I should be very well pleased."

Jane's smile was sad in the reflection of the mirror as she agreed. "Yes."

Lizzie let out a sigh. "Such a man could never be sensible, and you know I could never love a man who was out of his wits."

She flashed her sister a wide grin, pleased to see Jane giggle in answer.

"Oh, Lizzie ..." Smiling, Jane let the brush fall still, her thoughts reflected in her eyes as that tender smile faded. "A marriage where either partner cannot love or respect the other ... that cannot be agreeable, to either party."

"Mmm." Lizzie rolled her eyes, her voice rich with a sarcastic drawl. "As we have daily proof. But beggars, you know, cannot be choosers."

Jane shook her head, gently censuring the implication and the harsh comment on their circumstances with nothing more than a look as she twisted in her seat, meeting her sister's eyes directly.

"We are not very poor, Lizzie," she said softly, drawing another smile to Lizzie's face at how easily gentle Jane's wish to comfort could be brought forth.

"With Father's estate entailed away from the female line, we have little but our charms to recommend us," Lizzie reminded her, hating herself for bringing that worry back into Jane's eyes. "One of us, at least, will have to marry very well."

This was the reality of their lives. No respectable gentlewoman could live the life of a spinster without family to support her; there was no prospect for them of joining the Grey Wardens, the last resort of the desperate and the criminal. To do such a thing was a scandal laid upon the family in its entirety, condemning the whole line and not just one person. With the training their father had given them, there might have been the prospect of joining the army, of raising their fortunes through battles against darkspawn and the Blight, but no ... there was no money with which to buy a commission, and again, no respectable person would enter the ranks. No, they had to marry, and marry well, or poverty would come for them when Andraste came for their father.

Lizzie smiled warmly at her sister, wanting to alleviate some of that worry.

"And since you are quite five times as pretty as the rest of us, and have the sweetest disposition, I fear the task will fall on you to raise our fortunes," she added, aware almost instantly that she had missed the mark by quite a wide margin.

Jane set the hairbrush down on the vanity.

"But Lizzie, I would wish ..." She sighed, looking down at her hands, and Lizzie knew her sister was about to say something that she thought was selfish and unworthy of her. "I should so much like to marry for love."

Lizzie rose from her perch, moving to embrace her elder sister tightly. What was wrong with hoping for love? Jane deserved it. If any of them deserved love in their marriage, it was sweet, gentle Jane.

"And so you shall, I'm sure," she declared firmly, slipping around to hug Jane from behind, holding her gaze in the mirror with a confidence she wasn't certain she felt. "Only take care you fall in love with a man of good fortune."

Jane laughed, her tension broken, and Lizzie felt herself relax, glad to see her sister's spirits rise once again.

"Well, I shall try," Jane assured her teasingly, "to please you. And you?"

Lizzie paused, resting her chin on top of Jane's hair as she considered the question at hand.

"I am determined," she said slowly, "that nothing but the very deepest love will induce me into matrimony."

They stared at one another in the mirror, each hoping deep in her heart that the very deepest love might one day belong to them both. A love that cared nothing for the lowness of their connections, or their father's lack of wealth. A love that could tolerate their parents' often immodest behaviors; that could offer a safe haven for the mage sister in their midst. It was a lot to ask of any Maker-fearing man, especially one of large fortune with a reputation to maintain in society. But there was always hope for Jane.

"So," Lizzie added in a brighter tone, "I shall end an old maid, and teach your ten children to wield daggers and play their instruments very ill."

She grinned at her sister, rewarded with a soft giggle as Jane leaned back against her, squeezing her hand for a long moment. Leaning down, Lizzie kissed the golden hair.

"Good night, dearest," she murmured, embracing one last time before leaving Jane to her bed.

She stepped out across the landing, glancing down into the hall below to see the flicker of candlelight still playing beneath the door to her father's study. Mr. Trevelyan sat up most nights reading or attending to the accounts, going up to bed well after his wife and daughters had settled in their own rooms. Lizzie sighed quietly, hugging her wrapper close over her nightgown against the winter chill seeping through the house, and knocked lightly on her mother's door.

She pushed it open, smiling sympathetically at the sight of Mrs. Trevelyan lying disconsolately in bed, her face red from the exertions of her hysterics all day.

"Good night, Mama," she called, unsurprised when there was no answering benediction from her mother, but merely a pitiful complaint about a lingering headache.

Pulling the door closed, Lizzie let her smile warm fondly, if in exasperation, at her mother's self-centered view of the world around them. Further along the landing, she could hear Kitty and Lydia talking, the door to their bedroom left wide open as the two girls pranced about in nothing but their shifts, playing with ribbons and swords, their earlier disagreement forgotten.

"Maker, I said, I wouldn't cross swords with him if he was the last man in Meryton," Lydia was declaring, her bright storytelling drawing an equally bright giggle from Kitty as the elder of the youngest pair threw herself onto the bed.

"Good night, Kitty; good night, Lydia," Lizzie called to them as she passed, laughing as two heads turned toward the door in surprise only to call out their own good nights.

And into her own bedroom, where Mary was already curled beneath the quilt and blankets, a single candle still lit to allow Lizzie to make her way safely into bed with her sister. Discarding her wrapper despite the brief shiver she felt in the cold, she blew out the candle and slid under the sheets, letting Mary's groping hand find hers by the pillow, always prepared to look after her mage sister at any time, day or night.

What a day it had been, and there promised to be others just like it soon to come. Meryton would soon be a-buzz with news of Mr. Theirin and Netherfield Park, and every eligible young woman in the neighborhood - and their mothers - would look upon him with ambition. Lizzie could only hope he had a strong constitution; all that hope resting on his shoulders might well buckle the poor man. But that was acceptable, so long as he was handsome and kind, and allowed Jane to be the one to bolster him. That wasn't so very much to ask, was it?

[dulcidyne]

Writing Tag Game

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How many works do you have on AO3?

16

What’s your total AO3 word count?

233,438

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Experiments in Diplomacy (ME: A Jaal/Ryder)

2. The Cursed Hand (Cullen/Trevelyan Edwardian Fairytale AU)

3.  Ghost in the Machines (Shakarian Control Ending)

4. Big, Dramatic Love Confession (Shakarian, smut)

5. Experiments on Attraction (Cullen/Trevelyan modern college AU)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to always respond to comments, although sometimes it takes me a really long time depending on how crazy my life is. Even if it takes me forever and a day, I am over the moon over every single one. I get that no one owes me their time or attention and it's really touching that not only has someone read something of mine but also taken more time to tell me what they think. It's incredibly touching.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

White Rabbits and Wormholes. Ghost in the Machines is very angsty but the ending is not.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Portrait of a Man. It ends with the nicest moment I think I've ever written and I think best of all, it reinforces the central theme of what it means to live in the shadow of your own legacy and how a normal person possibly handles that. Cullen's gift is...so perfect and fits in so well to the emotional core of the fic. I don't like to re-read my finished work but the ending of this gives me a bit of a gut punch of warm fuzzy feelings and catharsis every time.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I need my sandbox to be more limited by canon in order for me to focus enough to write fic for it--which is why I don't typically write non-canon couples even if I really, really ship them (Femshep/Tali, Femshep/Miranda or Jack, MaleShep/Garrus, MRyder/Evfra...ugh, I REALLY ship this one, I was was so tempted to write fic for it)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not to my knowledge?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

As of now, yes. And...I don't know? I see smut as the sexytimes version of an action scene. I need character motivations, needs/wants and impediments that get resolved through physicality (with tension and timing) otherwise it's a momentum drag for me. Physical intimacy for physical intimacy's sake isn't something that really intrigues me from a writing perspective (reading on the other hand...lol, I have a much easier time enjoying other people's work than my own)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No idea, I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes? My best friend in high school and I co-wrote original fic together. I think it is still up on ff.net.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

It's a four- way tie: FemShep/Garrus, Elizabeth Bennet/Darcy, Usagi Tsukino/Mamoru Chiba, and Fenris/Hawke. I don't write for the last three, but they are most of what I read.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The Cursed Hand, sadly. I was re-working it for original publication and ended up quitting that midway through so now it is an absolute mess and I don't remember where I left off.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I do well with character-driven writing and most days I'm happy with my prose--not all days though.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have an issues with cluttering my writing up with too much description and losing the central action. I think I am better about it than I used to be but my impulse trends towards more pretty prose = better. Now, I try to use it more sparingly and with moments I want to really land/linger. But most of the time I only catch it in edits, when I can see more of the forest through the trees and get a sense of how much it's dragging the pacing.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Hah, I'm just flashing back to Sailor Moon fanfics littered with just the worst, most cringe Japanese phrases. But no, I like it for the most part now. As long as it isn't "Kawaii desu!"

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Sailor Moon. Once and never again haha. I should go find that fic because it is a showcase in the whole 'problems overdescribing a scene'

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

White Rabbits and Wormholes has a special place in my heart because it's a fic written for my childhood. It's...uh, hard to write about childhood abuse for obvious reasons. And it IS sad but it's also not about the explicit abuse itself, but about imagination and escape in that context. For me, these are the hallmarks of my experiences--I never faced it head on. I was always escaping into my imagination.

I also absolutely love this opening: 'In a house tucked away in the countryside, a boy is locked in a closet. The thin, flat finger of daylight curls around the doorframe to pluck curiously at his ankles and he counts the hours by it, watches the bright digit of pale gold deepen into sunset ochre then grow faint and grey before finally withering to nothing in the dust and dark.'

Tagging: @otemporanerys and anyone else! I'd love to hear more from other fic authors!

[harry-lloyds]

Top 10 fictional characters

Tagged by @buckybarne! Thanks for tagging me, Liliana! You might be very mean to me (esp when it comes to my love for angst) but I love you all the same because I’m a nice person! 

Rules: List your favorite character from 10 different fandoms then tag 10 people.

Oh dear, I don’t even know who to include, but here goes:

1. Maxwell Trevelyan (he counts, okay! you really shouldn’t be surprised, Liliana!!) from Dragon Age: Inquisition 2. Geralt of Rivia from TW3 (I like show!Geralt but game!Geralt is my Geralt and well, he’s part of my crack ship; there’s a reason he’s below Max, lol) 3. Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I don’t think I love anyone like her; I’ve never related to any character like I did with Buffy) 4. Merlin & Arthur from Merlin BBC (they count as one and you can’t tell me otherwise!) 5. Elle Woods from Legally Blonde (I love her, okay; I have a type if you haven’t noticed) 6. Monica Gellar from Friends (I was spilt between Rachel, Phoebe, and Monica; I was gonna include all the gals but I’ve cheated enough already) 7. Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom (please don’t judge me) 8. Wade Wilson from Deadpool (I love this dumbass so much) 9. Princess Leila from Star Wars (who doesn’t love her??) 10. Elizabeth Bennet (I’m always like is it her or is it Emma; fun fact I remember in school, one of my friends told me I looked like Liz on the cover on the book, I almost smacked her, how dare she say that!)

This list is crap. I mean I included my crackship in it (Max and Geralt) and I’m laughing so hard. Everyone else is going to look at me if I’m crazy. I really, really suck at picking favorite characters. I always end up forgetting some amazing characters but what can I do? I’m a very indecisive gal. 

Tagging (sorry I don’t know who have done this before and I’ve some new mutuals so I’m gonna tag some of you, some other ppl,  and my bestie Vivi): @neverfindmegone @mandymoores @arthurpendragonns @justindavis @clintfbarton @cherryy-waves @deforest @danieljradcliffe @pedretti @hidlestons

[alleiradayne]

thiny thing

The ever amazing @dolphincliffs​ and @princessmisery666 tagged me like an millennia ago

Rule is to tag people you wanna get to know better.

Nickname: Jay, JMac, Dorknob

Real name: Jeanna

Zodiac: Scorpio

Favourite musicians or bands: Right now, four saxophones playing as though they were metal guitars. I jest. But seriously there isn’t much I won’t listen to.

Favorite sports team: Eh. I’ve been so disenchanted with sports lately. I guess the Packers.

Other blogs: I have four. This one, an RP blog for Amallia Trevelyan, which I haven’t logged into in ages. A backup blog for this one that I created in a hurry in case I couldn’t get this one unflagged. And the blog for mine and @fuckyou-mavhenan​‘s podcast.

Do I get asks: Here and there.

How many blogs do I follow: Too many

Tumblr crushes: I don’t really know what this means, lol, I love you all.

Lucky numbers: 4 and 8

What am I wearing: My Season 15 hoodie

Dream vacation: Ireland.

Dream car: I have three. A 1974 Plymouth Hemi ‘Cuda, white. A 1974 Dodge Monaco, black/white/black. And, of course, a 1967 Chevy Impala, four door, black.

Favorite food: Mothafuckin’ pasta and meatballs.

Drink of choice: Drink as in alcohol? Manhattans.

Instruments: Oh, this is fun. I really enjoy Euphonium, and if I could have learned a string instrument, cello. They both have the same tembre and range and it’s beautiful.

Languages: Only English, really, some terrible Italian

Celebrity crushes: Um... Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Mi... You know what, damn near the whole main and minor cast of Supernatural. Let’s just, put it that way (look, I know DJ’s gay, I don’t care, I still fucking adore him). Then... hrm, Gal Gadot. Katheryn Winnick, Chloe Bennet, Tessa Thompson, Janell Monae, Chadwick Boseman, The Chris’s (Pine, Pratt, Hemsworth, Evans), I mean this list just goes on, I find so many people very very attractive. 

Random facts: I’m inherently good and just about anything I try to do. Like. Without any practice, if someone shows me how to do something once or twice, or I watch a video, I can get pretty fucking good at something with minimal practice. It’s a fucking curse. I hate it. Because the second I struggle and do poorly, I tend to give up. I have no idea how I’ve kept up writing for so long.

byeeeeeee

[melongumi]

for the record, I’m still not over @wardsarefunctioning‘s absolute genius in just straight up slapping lizzie and jane bennet trevelyan into inquisition and pairing them with solas and cullen. 

the audacity. the sheer nerve. it’s perfect.

[actual-lich-queen]

Iiiiits FicRec time!

Okay, so I full admit I am the slowest reader who ever read. Which is why it’s taken me several months to get around to reading Under Good Regulation by @wardsarefunctioning

That and I’m not always the biggest Austin fan. Except that she’s probably the mother of Game Theory as evidenced by her body of work but that’s beside our purpose here today.

MY POINT IS that even though I’m not the Austin goo-goo eyed sort I still very much enjoyed the available chapters of Under Good Regulation. Which, in theory, should mean if you, like me, are not necessarily a fan of Austin, it will not bar you from enjoying this fic.

Like the best parts of Austin, wardsarefunctioning focuses on the relationship between characters and their personal arcs. Her Lizzie is endearing, smart, and stubborn while being her own character and not the original Lizzie Bennet wrapped in a DAI shell. Nor is she the hollow ‘insert self here’ woman-ahead-of-her-time character that Lizzie archetypes are sometimes boiled down to in adaptation. No, our Lizzie Trevelyan is firmly rooted in her surroundings, she is of the Inquisition time period, not above it. Which, for me, makes her all the more interesting.

The story also delves into how the changing times and big events effect the people living on an intimate level. Lizzie dealing with the political ramifications of the fall of the Circles, the forming of the Inquisition, and being the Inquisitor’s sister and what that means for her and her relationships. wardsarefunctioning’s take on a mage, raised in a Circle, dealing with what the Inquisition will mean is intelligent and engaging. The reshaping political structure of known Thedas looms throughout the work, charging the reactions and thoughts of all the characters in a way that layers the work into something deeper than just “Pride and Prejudice, with dragons.”

The best part is that there are 41 chapters, with three left to go. So if you are looking for something to take your mind off studying for exams or just a respite from the busy holiday season, this fic can certainly fill that function. Unless like me, you spend every free moment in the next few days reading it. Not to mention the way wardsarefunctioning writes kisses will leave even the most worldly reader with their toes curling.

[gramilano]

Giselle with Alexander Campbell as Albrecht and Francesca Hayward as Giselle. © ROH, Helen Maybanks 2018

Francesca Hayward and Alexander Campbell are quickly becoming The Royal Ballet’s ‘couple to see’. After recent successes dancing Clara and the Nutcracker, as well as the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Prince, over the Christmas season, they have just debuted in Giselle. An important moment in the career of any dancer.

The Guardian said that Hayward was “nothing less than exquisite” and remarked on the “illusion of spontaneity” she brings to the choreography, while The Telegraph was blown away by Campbell’s “immersion in character” and the “punch of his dancing”. Another test passed triumphantly. Facebook was awash with appreciative comments the next day: critics are useful; a fan-base is indispensable.

The Nutcracker with Alexander Campbell as The Nutcracker, Francesca Hayward as Clara © ROH, Tristram Kenton, 2013

Hayward and Campbell first danced together when she was a last-minute substitute as Clara in December 2013.

It was seeing The Nutcracker that set Hayward off on her ballet journey, though she saw it on video. Her grandparents, wanting to keep her occupied, bought her a copy “on a whim”.

I still feel emotional every time I dance Clara and the Sugar Plum as they are definitely a realisation of my dream. Two of my favourite and most emotional moments are Clara and Hans Peter’s pas de deux in Act One and the Grand Pas de Deux of the Sugar Plum Prince and the Sugar Plum Fairy in Act Two. They are probably the two parts I danced the most from the whole ballet when I was little, dancing them at home by myself, and the music always gives me goosebumps no matter how many times I hear it.

Last season, soon after the end of the The Nutcracker run came The Sleeping Beauty and during that period Hayward and Campbell performed together as Clara and the Nutcracker/Hans-Peter (in Peter Wright’s version of the ballet, Drosselmeyer’s nephew, Hans-Peter, has been transformed into a Nutcracker Doll), the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Prince, Bluebird and Princess Florine, and they debuted together as Aurora and Prince Florimund.

It was probably about three or four months in total rehearsing and performing together — says Campbell — and I feel like it was hugely beneficial to us, as it gave us a lot of time to get to know one another. It felt as though we were able to take things from each of the performances and build on that as we worked towards the next one. It was one of the most enjoyable times in my career.

Hayward adds,

It’s been great to have a consistent partner to learn the art of pas de deux a little better and I think we have a lot of respect for each other. We’ve shared some important debuts and daunting first night shows together!

Made it through today’s matinee! Thanks to my fantastic prince @acampbell_1 for getting me through this afternoon’s Sugar Plum marathon & to our incredible coach Lesley Collier 💕 H a p p y N e w Y e a r 💕 #sugarplumfairy #nutcracker #ballet #royalballet #exhausted #butlovedit

A post shared by francesca hayward (@frankiegoestohayward) on Dec 30, 2017 at 3:24pm PST

So, what makes the partnership work?

Francesca is a very intelligent performer and her approach to performances and to developing a character isn’t too dissimilar to mine. I think we both like things to make sense in our head when we are out there on stage. When it comes together and works well it is a really satisfying feeling.

Hayward senses that she is “very calm and safe” dancing with Campbell:

Most importantly we hear and feel the music with the same musicality. This is great as it means we can be more flexible and adaptable with our steps together. If the music’s faster or slower, I can take a little longer or make a step a little quicker without panicking him as I know he is with me and won’t be surprised! I have complete trust in him to always have my back… quite literally!

An excellent coach can make the difference between a series of steps and a dance, between approximated moves and those executed with all nuances the choreographer intended. None is better than The Royal Ballet’s Lesley Collier, who was a Principal Dancer with the company from 1972 until her retirement in 1995 and has been a répétiteur at Covent Garden for almost two decades. She also happens to be the Sugar Plum Fairy in the video that inspired Hayward to start dancing.

Lesley Collier has coached us for nearly all our roles together. I think she’s a wonderful coach as she has always learned the steps through the music and the story, and the thoughts and feelings that go with marrying the two. I personally find it really hard to be inspired when I am taught something by being given rigid counts.

The Sleeping Beauty with Francesca Hayward as Princess Aurora and Alexander Campbell as Prince Florimund © ROH, Bill Cooper, 2017

The Royal Ballet’s practice to invite its retired stars to coach carries on through the generations; former Royal Ballet Principal Jonathan Cope became a répétiteur immediately after he stopped dancing in 2005.

Alexander and I were also coached for The Sleeping Beauty by Jonathan Cope which was immensely helpful for the technical aspects like lifts and grips. It was also an amazing chance to dance with him — he would often lift me and partner me to show us how to do it!

Campbell says that he feels “inspired” by having Collier in the studio with them:

It took me quite a while not to be star struck by her – this was the ballerina who created Rhapsody with Baryshnikov after all! But, that aside, she is incredibly caring and knowledgeable, and it’s been a real pleasure getting to work with her. I have a real appreciation for Lesley’s commitment and eye for detail and I know that Francesca looks up to Lesley a great deal.

Yet not everyone looks up to Collier — one Royal Ballet Principal famously does things her own way, throwing out many of the choreographer’s intentions in doing so. But Hayward’s eager to learn and learn well:

It’s great to have Lesley pass down comments and notes from Ashton and Macmillan. Lesley was the first Sugar Plum Fairy and Lise from La fille mal gardée that I watched on a video as a child, so it’s incredible to be in the studio being taught these ballets by her.

Not every little girl who watches a ballet video starts taking ballet classes, and very few young dancers get into a company, but for Hayward there was to be a promotion every year with The Royal Ballet from 2013 until she became a Principal Dancer in 2016.

When Kevin O’Hare [Director of The Royal Ballet] promoted me I hadn’t done any big tutu roles yet — The Sugar Plum Fairy and Aurora were yet to come — so I think he saw the potential for that, but really I think he saw that I was capable of dancing the bigger roles because I could convincingly tell a story which is essential to nearly any ballet.

I think he also knows that I’m generally pretty calm and I take everything in my stride both on stage and off.

Giselle with Alexander Campbell as Albrecht and Francesca Hayward as Giselle. © ROH, Helen Maybanks 2018

Giselle with Alexander Campbell as Albrecht and Francesca Hayward as Giselle. © ROH, Helen Maybanks 2018

Giselle with Alexander Campbell as Albrecht and Francesca Hayward as Giselle. © ROH, Helen Maybanks 2018

Campbell’s story started in Sydney, Australia, when he was so excited by what he saw at his grandmother’s dancing school, that he began studying there when he was just five. Inspired by Baryshnikov, he chose ballet over cricket as a teenager:

One of the qualities I most admire about Mikhail Baryshnikov is the sense that he performs everything with real commitment and sincerity. It is something that I try to bring to my own performances and I believe it is a quality that really stands out. I certainly appreciate it in others when I see it.

He crossed the globe to study for a short while at the Royal Ballet Upper School before joining the Birmingham Royal Ballet. In 2011 he moved to The Royal Ballet as was promoted to Principal Dancer in 2016, the same year as Hayward.

I would say that my versatility has probably helped me get to where I am. I think that the biggest joy and challenge for the Principals of The Royal Ballet is having to perform the vast amount of repertoire we have here, often with conflicting styles and demands, at the highest possible level.

Becoming a Principal and being entrusted with roles such as Prince Florimund in The Sleeping Beauty and Albrecht in Giselle has widened his horizons even more.

Both these roles have allowed me to work really hard on my classical technique and it’s forced me to examine the way I do certain things. My aim is always to work hard on the technical elements in class and rehearsals so that by the time we get to performances the steps are just an extension of the character I am playing as opposed to a series of steps and enchaînnements. It’s a lot easier in theory than in practice but that is the aim!

Last night after our official debut in Giselle. So glad @katchkadeem was on hand to snap this picture! Thank you! Thank you also for all the wonderful support we have received, especially on Instagram. Knowing so many people were rooting for us was a special feeling. I also have to thank my beautiful partner @frankiegoestohayward – I feel very fortunate to have been onstage with you for your first Giselle and thank you for being such a pleasure to perform with ⭐ – – – – #royaloperahouse #royalballet #giselle @royaloperahouse

A post shared by Alexander Campbell (@acampbell_1) on Feb 10, 2018 at 3:17am PST

After Giselle, Hayward and Campbell will both be dancing in The Winter’s Tale, though not together, but then will team up again for Manon in April.

Campbell says,

I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve worked on together so far and I hope that we will have the opportunity to develop this relationship further as I feel it could be something quite special.

One ballet to add on to the list of possible future collaborations would be Romeo and Juliet.

I saw Francesca perform Juliet for the first time and I thought that it was a really beautiful interpretation of the role — I’d love to play against it because I think she gives her partners, and all the cast members around her, so much to work with. Here’s hoping!

I mentioned sincerity on stage as something that I admire in performers and I think that Francesca displays absolute sincerity whenever she performs. It makes it very easy for me to play off and it is genuinely exciting to be onstage with her.

Hayward quips,

Who knows what the future’s got in store, but I hope we have a lot more Nutcrackers ahead of us!

END

The Nutcracker with Francesca Hayward and Alexander Campbell. © ROH, Helen Maybanks 2016

The Nutcracker with Francesca Hayward and Alexander Campbell. © ROH, Helen Maybanks 2016

Interview with The Royal Ballet’s hot couple: Francesca Hayward and Alexander Campbell Francesca Hayward and Alexander Campbell are quickly becoming The Royal Ballet's ‘couple to see’. After recent successes dancing Clara and the Nutcracker, as well as the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Prince, over the Christmas season, they have just debuted in…

[empresstress13]

Questions Thing!

Tagged by the wonderful @dreadhobo and amazing @roguelioness!Thank you! ♥

1. One thing you would change in your personality?

I would like to not be anxious or passive-aggressive

2. What is your DA rare pair?

I. . . I’m a multi-shipper? I’m pretty sure non-solavellan Solas ships count as rare pair so: Solas x Trevelyan, Solas x Adaar? Also I adore Merrill but don’t see her very often in ships? So anything with Merrill! Also not enough Krem or Abelas out there! @sansbanshees and milee are largerly resposible for my interest in Abelas x Trevelyan. @wardsarefunctioning is at fault for my interest in Adan x Minaeve AND the rarest of rare pairs: Kitty (Bennet) Trevelyan x Delrin. :D I also 100% ship other people’s OCs with each other. . . . . so there is that. *squints over at @katalyna-rose and @thema-sal-shiral . . . . also @circadian-rhythm and @feynites*

3. A song that made you cry?

Oh boy! So I love musical theatre and there are several shows that when I listen to depending on my current emotional state I may start sobbing. Hamilton has caused this. Les Miserables. Ragtime. 

4. The best movie ever?

I’m not sure of “best ever” but I really enjoy “A Lion in Winter”, “Ever After”, “Tokyo Godfathers”.

5. Food you will never eat?

I dislike cartilage immensely. I tried it once and I hated it. I don’t like organ meat either. I can stomache tomatoes . . . .but I hate raw tomato. Tomato flavor is fine, just actual raw tomato I can’t eat. If you like tomato you may have my share of tomatoes.

6. Your celebrity crush? Um. . . Idris Elba, Charlize Theron, Pretty Yende, Sena Jun, Colin Firth, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Jason Momoa, Jamie Alexander, John Boyega, Kat Dennings, Lee Pace, Tom Hiddleston, Taichi Saotome, Florence Welch, . . . . Gackt. David Bowie *sobs*. ( @bearly-tolerable - why I didn’t answer in the responses: there are too many ^^; )

7. Your favorite DA location and why?

Ooooh! I actually really liked Haven? Is that odd? Also the Frostback Basin! There’s alot in DAI that’s just gorgeous. I also have lots of nostalgia for Denerim?  

8. You’re a night or a morning person?

Night owl! I’m only half present in the morning.

9. You have any tattoos?

Nope! Not yet at least, but I’ve been thinking about getting some.

10. How many languages you speak?

One fluently, another conversationally, and one I can read but am completely incomprehensible when speaking. :D

11. Where would you most like to visit?

Everywhere! I greatly wish to return to Japan, Korea, and Norway! I’d like to visit Scotland, Ireland, New Zealand, Austria, Iceland, Canada, India, Nepal, Bhutan, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Spain, Turkey . . . . 

12. What’s the best book you’ve read?

Don’t do that to me. That’s too cruel. D: 

Um. . . . I’m a huge Terry Pratchett fan so there’s several books in the Discworld series that would be highly listed for me? I’ve been reminded recently how much I enjoyed Nix’s “The Old Kingdom” series. I’m also a huge fan of The Silmarillion, but that’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

13. Who is your favourite BioWare character?

If you force me to choose one (dragging me, kicking and screaming): Merrill! However I would like to put forth some other favs: Solas, Shianni, Cole, Delrin Barris, Zevran, Josephine, Fenris, Dagna, Leliana, Varric, Isabela, Cassandra, Abelas, Sera, Dorian, Morrigan, Wynne, Lanaya, the Lady of the Forest, Skinner, Lace Harding, Krem, Oh and of course any and all Mabari! OH! FELASSAN! Love him. . . . but you know. 

14. Who’s your least preferred BioWare character?

Vaughan Kendells. Yes Shianni, yes I did. 

Branka is also on my shit list. Gaspard. Celene. Danarius. Hadriana. Alrik.

15. What’s your favourite game?

Of all time? Hmmmm. . . . I do enjoy all the Dragon Age games a whole bunch! I’m also a fan of Neverwinter Nights because that was one of the first games I played. KOTOR is also high on the list.

16. What’s your spirit animal?

Magpie.

17. Cake or ice cream? What kind of cake? I’m weird about cake; I love some cakes but the average “Birthday Cake” I’m kind of . . . meh? I love ice cream though! So if it’s red velvet cake or tres leches cake: Cake! Otherwise: Ice Cream! 

18. Dogs or cats?

Both! 

19. What was your favourite DA romance?

. .. . . . Ok, the one that I think about the most and spend the most time agonizing over: Solas.

The ones that make me the happiest: Josephine and Merrill.

Leliana, Zevran, and Fenris get honorable mentions.

20. Do you prefer sunshine or are you a winter person?

Sunshine or winter? This is a strange dichotomy to me. Where I live we can have sunshine in winter? My favorite season is autumn.

Tagging: @bearly-tolerable, @thema-sal-shiral, @elfsplaining, @fadedforyou, @wardsarefunctioning, @savvylittleminx, @dragynfox , @buttsonthebeach, @katalyna-rose, @circadian-rhythm, @extravagantlies, @adventuresinastrangeworld, @ethadahlen, @lillotte17

Only if you have the time and inclination of course! Please don’t feel obligated, but if you’d like to! :)

[xxxlovedandlostxxx]

// the way I am 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 at both your muses today <3 love you! //

hehe. The Paulo genes

[midnightmooncatcher]

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

Tagged literally forever and a day ago (sorry this took so long!) by @sarogane

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke

2. Disney or Dreamworks: This question is so unfair! But, Disney

3. Coffee or Tea: .... it really depends, but I tend to go tea

4. Books or Movies: Books

5. Windows or Mac: Windows

6. DC or Marvel: Marvel 

7. Xbox or Playstation: Playstation

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Dragon Age

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: In between, Night Owl tendencies, but morning swim practice has me trained so...

10. Cards or Chess: Cards

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: CHOCOLATE

12. Vans or Converse: Neither! Cause they don’t fit my feet

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Lavellan cause elvish man

14. Fluff or Angst: Lay on the angst then give me all the fluff

15. Beach or Forest: This is so hard..... ummmmmm..... lake, cause then you get beach and forest! problem solved

16. Dogs or Cats: Cats!!

17. Clear Skies or Rain: Rain! especially if it’s thundering

18. Cooking or Eating Out: Cooking

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Mild usually, but I am capable of handling spice, i just prefer to taste my food and not have my mouth on fire

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas 

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: too cold, I hate being hot

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?: To speak, read, and write every language ever known to man (but rn with living in japan I wouldn’t mind x-ray vision so I could see inside the blind draw boxes for merch, lol)

23. Animation or Live Action: Animation

24. Paragon or Renegade: idk what these are...

25. Baths or Showers: Showers

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Steve!!!!! Team Cap

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Fantasy

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so, what are they:

Ha, three or four, try like 5 million, these are from memory may not be exact 

“If you truly want something, the whole universe will conspire with you.” - The Alchemist Paulo Coelho

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?” Marianne Williamson

“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You musn’t lose it.” Robin Williams

“Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.” Elizabeth Bennet Pride and Predjudice

29. YouTube or Netflix: Netflix

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter! (Is this even a question?)

31: When You Feel Accomplished: Completing something and checking it off my to-do list

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars (sorry Megan!)

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Paperback

34. Handwriting or Typing: Typing

35. Velvet or Satin: Satin

36. Video Games or Movies?: Movies

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? be the dragon, only as long as I get to be Toothless, but also own the dragon, as long as it’s toothless lol

38: Sunrise or sunset: Sunset

39: What’s your favourite song? This is real hard, but I guess I’ll go with Hallelujah Jeff Buckly version I will never get tired of that ever

40: What’s your favourite smell? Rain, or like the smell right after a storm? it’s just so clean

41. What’s your favourite bad joke? I can’t think of one, but probably all of my bad puns lol

42. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Everywhere

43. Favourite superhero? Damn, hmmmmm I think Captain America

*New Question* 44. If you could be an animal what would you be and why?

I’m tagging @kurokitsunei @kais-jinora only if you want to!

[lateforjianghu]

Muse Personality Meme

Vaxus Trevelyan vs Joseph (Jo) Ryder

Tagged by @sluah. Thank you so much

(this will be easy since Jo is Bennet’s ( @elidoo) uglier twin and I don’t need to make things up on my own lmaaaoo lazy to the end)

Which of you is:

Older? Jo is 22 and Vax 26 at the beggining of DAI.

Taller? Jo (6′). Vax is a short guy (5'8")

Richer? Vaxus. Being Inquisitor turnes out to be a pretty good paid job (especially when you can put something to your pockets) and your Magister bf is spoiling him too meanwhile Jo is mostly in come during me:a and when he wakes up he has to ask Bennet to buy him… anything really. He’s so broke.

Neater? Jo.

Nicer? Vaxus. Forever the polite one, even when he’s not fond of you. Jo is more short tempered and if he doesn’t like someone you just know it. Poor Reyes.

Smarter?  Jo.

Funnier? Vax is more for puns and silliness and making people laugh meanwhile Jo is 100% sarcasm.

Better friend? Vaxus for sure.

Swears more? Jo. He gets easily frustrated too.

Reads more? Vaxus.

Most creative? Vaxus.

Troubled? Both are pretty troubled and carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. Jo joined the Andromeda because he promised to his mother he will keep the family together. Even if he didn’t want to leave the Milky Way. When he wakes up he learns his father is dead and brother one of most important people in the galaxy. Vax misses Val dearly and hates the pressure put on him in the Inquisition.

Morals? I’d say both have a pretty strong moral core and would loose their sleep over things they did wrong in past.

Tagging: @jessicapendragon, @bisexualryder, @drathe, @lafaiette, @living-in-headcanon, @nilboxes, @more-aoe, @thereluctantinquisitor

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Tagged by @ladydracarysao3 for the face claim meme! As suspected, it took forever. Possibly because I was Very Particular about which pictures I grabbed when I finally settled on a person.

Did I get everyone?

1. Asha Trevelyan - Lindsay Perry.

2. Nora Lavellan - Shriya Saran.

3. Rose Wedgwood - based on me, obviously, but if she wasn’t: Greer Grammer.

4. Harea Mahariel - Chloe Bennet.

5. Sophie Amell - Johanna Braddy

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rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

tagged by: @centralpeark​ --- yay! i loved your answers to #28 btw :)

1. coke or pepsi: coke 2. disney or dreamworks: disney 3. coffee or tea: tea 4. books or movies: books 5. windows or mac: windows sry 6. dc or marvel: marvel 7. x-box or playstation: x-box 8. dragon age or mass effect: DRAGON AGE 9. night owl or early riser: neither?? lol i just like sleeeeep 10. cards or chess: cards - only if it's a drinking game tho lol 11. chocolate or vanilla: dark chocolate :') 12. vans or converse: converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: lol no one is gonna get this one but whatevs - Lavellan (it's from Dragon Age) 14. fluff or angst: both? yes, both 15. beach or forest: forest - i hate sand 16. dogs or cats: cats 17. clear skies or rain: i love rain when its just a bit warm out :) 18. cooking or eating out: cooking 19. spicy food or mild food: SPICY!!! 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: HALLOWEEN FAM BRING ON THE SPOOPY 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: cold - i cant function in heat :( 22. if you could have any superpower, what would it be? probably teleportation or the power to control the elements 23. animation or live action: animation - but i do like these live action versions that have been coming out lately! 24. paragon or renegade: this has to do with Mass Effect - and ive never played it sry :'( 25. baths or showers: bath omg yas 26. team cap or team ironman: team cap :) 27: fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy 28. do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: "No mystery is closed to an open mind." -- "Where were you when I was still kind?" -- "She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell." -- "Impossibility is a kiss away from reality." 29. netflix or youtube: netflix 30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: harry potter 31. when you feel accomplished: self-care, when i do something that makes me happy 32. star wars or star trek: star wars 33. paperback or hardback: paperback 34. horror or rom-com: listen. i cant handle anything remotely suspenseful, so rom-com lol 35: tv shows or movies: tv shows 36. spotify or pandora: spotify 37. zootopia or inside out: zootopia - ive never seen inside out :( 38. winter or summer: spring/autumn lol i like my in-between seasons best! 39. red or blood orange: blood orange just sounds cool 40. favorite book?: all. books..? lol idk i like the HP trilogy and anything by Neil Gaiman 41: favourite character/story from mythology?  Persephone/Hades 42: favourite fictional characters: luna lovegood, eowyn, belle (beauty and the beast), Elizabeth Bennet, Beatrice (much ado about nothing)

tagging: @reclvelvets @timrggins @celes-tae @jiggsypuff @trenchcoats-are-cool-221bn @namjoondimples​ @bottleofjin​ @annbgg​ @nymphadoratonks​ @gryffinoir​ (i tagged some new followers too because i wanna get to know y'all:)

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